I’ve been slipping a little. The days have been long and hard. The nights are restless. My mind is bombarded with the ‘shoulds’ and the ‘musts’. My kids have been testing my patience and my kindness.
I entered into this 21 Days of Prayer with enthusiasm and expectation, and I find it waning. I find myself going through the motions – if I wasn’t a group leader, I may have given up already.
I need a fresh in fusion of life, enthusiasm, strength and patience!
I feel like in this process of transformation that God is working in me, more is required.
More commitment.
More time.
More surrender.
There is more that needs to be sacrificed and laid down at Jesus feet. So much more needs to be renewed and transformed. I can’t just pat myself on the back for the progress I have made. More is required of me, in order to see more of God in my life.
Verses are popping into my head:
Galatians 6:9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (read verses 7&8 to get the full context).
Romans 12:1-2 Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
(I’ve been meditating on that one for weeks now)
Galatians 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
Lord, I want to reap a good harvest. I want to sew in a way that pleases your Spirit. Not to please myself, not for my own selfish gain. But in a way that will glorify Your Name. Live through me. Transform my heart and mind. Be my life. This is the only way I can do any good. This is the only way I will be able to serve my family and raise my kids up into You.
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